As the ?caravan? of new acquaintances arrives at the general store, Zar dismounts from his conjured steed. He looks to the dwarves and strikes a cocky grin. ?Shall I procure you some soap for this trip? It is a substance by which you can rid yourselves of the earthy coating that you have achieved and the pungent pheromones that you exude. There are none of us here a she-dwarf.? Without waiting for an answer (or return insult, abundant as they may be), the Sea Elf turns on his heals and enters the store.
(OOC: I?ll RP more inside the store depending on what the rest of the group does. But for now, I?ll purchase 2 more waterskins (2gp) and a bottle of fine wine (10gp). )